Birthday:October 31st 2009Coloration:Blue-SilverLikes:attention when he wants it, space when he wants it, and for everyone to always respect which he wants. he's extremely affectionate, very needy even with myself and my roommate...but the invisible cat when visitors arrive. he's like a rumor.Pet-Peeves:being ignored when he wants attention, being noticed when he's supposed to be invisible, the highly offensive acts of dragging things through his fur and making a horrible noise and breaking his claws with a device specially made for this purpose.Favorite Toy:oh, no contest. turbo-scratcher. he managed to remove the ball, we've had to stick it back in twice.Favorite Nap Spot:under the kitchen cabinet. the baseboard has come away, and he squirms into the crawlspace. he's going to get too big to fit under there, we hope he doesn't hit an awkward size where he can wriggle under but can't wriggle out...Favorite Food:well, he likes his dick van patten salmon & duck well enough...but he's a garbage cat. he loves french fries. and one night i was eating pizza and he walked up and took a bite out of it.Skills:stealing food from my plate too quickly for me to stop him. stealing small objects that belong to me and hiding them, along with food, around the house. balancing on the curtain rod. basically, he is a very agile thief..Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story:he and his sis were born under my house to ayla. ayla is also momcat to jadyn. (check "my family") jadyn lives here, so does wes now that he sort of...walked in one day. that was this spring, shortly after he'd been TNR'ed by an area rescue (kalamazoo animal rescue, we love you!). they also spayed jadyn (i paid for that, though), and caught and trapped wesley's litter sister and their mother, desexed everyone...well they waited for ayla to give birth to her last litter and finish nursing first. thus ends my years of playing hostess to ayla and her brood-they all found homes except the other kitten in wesley's litter-she seems to have taken herself elsewhere, but at least she's out of the breeding game.
anyway, when a six month old feral kitten just walks into my house, taking that big of a chance...well, of course i'm going to meet him at least halfway.Bio:someday i will explain how this poor cat got his name and why it took over three months and why he has so many, varied, and ABSURD nicknames. but not today. dear lord, not today.Lives Remaining:9 of 9Forums Motto:i'm highly reflective!The Last Forum I Posted In:Fake Cats? Huh?I've Been On Catster Since:

fear is the mind-killer

but ONLY if i'm on the stairs.
i can be brushed on the stairs. all good things can happen...on the stairs.
i can be petted for a very, very long time.
on the stairs.
i can be brushed. on the stairs.
i LOVE chasing the laser animals up and down the stairs.
i absolutely love the stairs.

they are predictable.
always the same place. always the same length. always the same height, the same width.
and you've learned that my food dish goes on the third step from the bottom.
the stairs are good. life is good.

but i'm hearing bad rumors. bad juju. scary things about this house going away...and the stairs won't be coming with us when we go chasing another place. the stairs are my fixed point. my axis mundi.

that brings total obliteration. Kaya and Jadyn were moving closer and closer to the center of all that means warm and full and safe. K. is always closest to that center even when she is afraid-she can't lose her alpha status because of that. she keeps her power outside of herself. J. is less secure in that way, but more sturdy and compact, a power of dynamism, mercurial and arbitrary. she greets strangers with aplomb, but is equivocal with the dwellers in the house...with our people. no one worries our people more than Jadyn, the 'middle child,' the mystery cat, the cat who walks through walls.

and because of that, she appears even here. see? a family is a tyranny run by its sickest member.

i just can't quite manage that trick. my fears arise at such inconvenient times. and surface in such exasperating ways. yes, i am aware that the people in the bedroom on the other side of our staircase can hear me wailing at "stupid o'clock in the morning." i mean, you heard me over that C-PAP machine even though it's beeping for some reason, and has been for the last two months, and has been driving us all insane, so you sleep on your good ear and cover your bad ear-so OF COURSE the neighbors can hear me on the other side of this wall.

but today you were brushing K. & J. and i KNOW you wanted to brush me. and i TRIED to let you. really. but i couldn't.
so instead i'm screaming again on the stairway at stupid o'clock in the morning.